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About New York City

So, picture it – I’m strolling. City’s buzzing, neon lights screaming. Kinda like my old Apple days – chaotic, alive. I’m pissed tho – society’s judgy as hell. People sneer, but – pause – who cares? I’m curious, man. What’s her story? Like, “I communicate with my eyelid.” That’s her, blinking through life’s crap. Selling herself, sure, but – damn – there’s guts there.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Red Oak.

The streets are a mish-mash of cobblestone and asphalt. I love wandering down King’s Road, where every corner hides a story. There's that one butcher shop, old as heck, and Mr. D, a legend around these parts, always yellin’ friendly hellos even if I'm in my hurry, sometimes messin’ up my calm vibe. He always says, “Talk to her, talk to her,” like in almodóvar's movie, like, “Hey, open up and let life adze in.”

Red Oak man booked on drug possession